Love amongst the chickens, P.G. Wodehouse
Usually, at the end of a workshop, I wish everyone good work. I know that one cannot teach, but only learn. I know that the road is long and that everyone must translate and betray each piece of advice through personal practise. I will try to write remembering what I have often repeated during workshops. There will always be a residue, something unsaid. I accept this responsibility with the illusion that these pages can be useful to an actress in search of her voice. I begin driven by the need to dialogue with the past, to forge words that may orientate and also to see women's names in theatre history books: a history that dances with a vulnerable and subjective power.
Notes from an Odin Actress ( p. 6 )